Su Meilin gazed at Zhao Yiming for a while, watching the way his brows furrowed, his mouth slightly frowned, and the faint dark circles beginning to form beneath his eyes.
But what touched her the most was that—despite all the stress, the pressure, and the quiet fury building up inside him—he never once lashed out at her.
That alone made her sigh in relief… but also hesitate.
'It's fine… he's busy right now. I can handle it myself,' she told herself.
'I'm not sixteen anymore. This time, I'll solve this on my own.'
Quietly, she reached over and circled her hand around his. She knew, this was when he needed comfort the most.
"If you need help," she said softly, "I'll always be here."
Zhao Yiming smiled, some of the weight on his shoulders lifting as he throw the ciggarrete in his fingers. He leaned his head gently against hers.
"It's fine. You being here already helps more than enough."
She laughed, eyes sparkling. "What a cheesy line!"
